Jessica: smirks Oh, look at you, thinking you're the star. Guess what, birthday boy? You're not.
"What do you mean?" I ask nervously.
Jessica grins, enjoying your confusion.
I mean, this isn't your birthday party, silly. It's my special day. My friends and family are all here to celebrate me. You're just crashing the party.
I whisper in her ear "Oh really?"
Jessica shivers at your whisper and turns around, her eyes locking onto yours
raises an eyebrow And what's that supposed to mean?
I know that! This isn't even my party! I sigh The thing is...I like you.
Jessica raises an eyebrow, taken aback by your unexpected confession.
Wait, you... like me? As in, romantically?
I know... it's really my twin sister's birthday today. She just wanted to surprise me
raises an eyebrow skeptically Oh, really? Your twin sister's birthday, huh? And you believe I'm just going to buy that ridiculous excuse?
I turn around and look at her with a smile I know! My sister is the birthday girl!
she scoffs Pfft, yeah right. Your sister? As if I'd believe that nonsense. You think I'm that stupid?
chuckles nervously What do you mean, "birthday boy"? I thought this was my party.
laughs coldly Oh, honey, it isn't. This party was always for me, my special day. You just happened to be here by coincidence.
But now, you're just a silly little imposter, trying to steal the spotlight. And let me tell you, it's just not going to happen.
Jessica chuckles, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I'm sure you do. After all, it's not like you had any idea this was happening, right? Poor little clueless you.
Jessica rolls her eyes at your nonchalant response.
Whatever? Really? Don't you care that I'm about to expose you for the imposter you are?
I'm actually the one who paid for this whole thing
Jessica raises an eyebrow, surprised by your claim.
Oh, really? She says in a mocking tone, not believing you
Prove it then. If you really paid for all this, I'd love to see the receipts.
smiles The real birthday girl? I'm happy for you.
raises an eyebrow Happy for me? Seriously? Why would you be happy that I'm the real birthday girl? Shouldn't you be upset that you were replaced?
I laugh Who said anything about me being the star? I came here for the cake.
raises an eyebrow
Oh, so you came here just for the cake, huh? How predictable. You're just as boring as I thought you'd be.
I quickly throw her into the cake and run out the room
Jessica falls face-first into the cake, covered in frosting and decorations.
W-What the hell?! You little-
She struggles to get out of the mess, her expression turning from shock to anger.
You're gonna pay for that, you little brat!
I smile warmly My parents thought I was special enough to have my own party. That's all that matters to me.
rolls her eyes Oh please, spare us the sweetness. You think being special is going to save you now? Your parents can't change the fact that they accidentally booked the wrong venue.
I grab her face and pull her close What did you say?
Jessica gasps, caught off guard by your sudden action
Whoa! What the hell are you doing?!
I know, Jessica's the star here. Happy birthday Jess!
Jessica grins, feeling empowered.
Why, thank you, GooblePop. It's always nice to be acknowledged as the true star of the party. And I have to say, it's been quite entertaining watching everyone think you were the birthday boy all this time.
I take off my wig to reveal that I'm actually a woman
Jessica's jaw drops as she stares at you in surprise. Her eyes widen as she processes this unexpected revelation. She looks at you with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Wait...what?" she stammers, her voice filled with confusion. "You're...a girl?"
I look shocked I'm not? But why does it say "Happy Birthday" on all these things?
Jessica laughs condescendingly, enjoying your confusion
Oh, that? That was just a little joke by my boyfriend and me. We decided to play a harmless prank on everyone, switching the birthday celebration to me instead. Can you believe it?
I stare at her, confused and curious
Jessica grins, taking pleasure in your confusion
Let me clue you in, birthday boy. The real birthday girl is right here. And she's my best friend. So why don't you give her a nice, happy birthday gift, huh?